Showing posts with label concert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concert. Show all posts

Sunday, May 24, 2009

I'll be out of my mind

I thought I'd post now because I'm pretty much content, and I figured I was due for a post in which I am not whining over the miserable state of my life. There is not much to be said. But I will rack my brain for some updates.


Oh, yes. On the miserable front, Quirky Apple the iPod has been stiefed! This makes me very distraught. It is my fault for leaving the poor guy all alone on the bleachers with my ravenous P.E. classmates, but the dratted mini skirt I was wearing provided no pocket room. I've learned from my mistake, so I guess I'll be playing four square with my purse on my arm from now on. Luckily, my mother is sympathetic and I am allowed to call the family iPod mostly my own until I can scrounge up the money for a replacement. Still, I am sad. It looks the same, but I miss the playlists that I never finished making, and the bat video, and whatnot.


But in happy musical news, my laptop is feeling very charitable this afternoon and it let me download the new owl city song, and it is LOVELY and just makes me smile. It belongs on the the Songs for Happy Dancing mix. Still waiting for the oppertune moment to ask about the concert, but I know it has to be soon. gah. I want to go so bad.

Oh, but I wanted to discuss an AMAZING discovery that we made on Friday. So me and Chloe went to Salvo, and dropped my application off at church, and then went to her house to hang out by the pool for a few hours, and all the while we were venting and feeling sad for ourselves/each other and developing escape plans and trying to make deals with Fate, and while this was all pretty entertaining and healthy and carthartic and whatnot, it was also kind of depressing. So we went upstairs to her room to look at something, and after we scanned all of the yearbooks she had for funny pictures, we found something infinitely better than yearbooks- PENCIL POWER.


If you forget/do not know what Pencil Power means, it was this book in elementary school that every student was forced to make a contribution to, so it is abundant with hilarious and in some cases humiliating drawings and stories created by people we know and love. The particular edition that Chloe still has is from second grade, so unfortunately there was nothing written/drawn by tiny Heather. But still, it was AMAZING. I know a picture is supposed to speak a thousand words, but in this case, that is not true. The hour spent reading these great little stories was one of the most side-splitting that I can remember. The funniest thing is how much everyone sounds like themselves. Well. That and the pure ridiculousness of it.


I really wanted to post my favorite stories up here, but unfortunately, I do not have Pencil Power anymore. I looked all about the house, and have so far had no luck in finding it. We will have to bring it out tomorrow after we become too raisin-like to swim anymore.


anyway, nothing more to report. Except, SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! I am thrilled and kind of sad at the same time. It will of course be quite a relief to not be dealing with essays, rubric-less projects, four square, mundane routine, freshmen, and et cetera, but I will miss seeing certain people. One of the upsides to BEACH is that I'll still get to spend every day with Allison(maybe, depending on the jaw issue), and Chloe, and Danielle, and the always amazing Blake, and occasionally see drama club people like Karli and Katlyn and Cami. And perhaps the swamp fox thing will actually happen. I hope so, because I miss theater, and November is a long time away.


Right. This is all, so I will leave you with a couple of images.


The new golf cart/Caroline's first car. It's great, isn't it? Grace and Jamie are insisting upon a makeover, but I love it just as is. Grass interior carpet, electric blue paint job, seahorse upholstery, picnic blanket ceiling and all. Once it's fixed, I think I will start going on leisurely drives about the neighborhood, just to see what kind of looks I get. :)


Me, Heather and Danielle's fabulous symbiosis hanging model, Mr. Hippo the rhinoceros with Squirrel the bird. I had little to do with its construction, because I am artistically challenged and therefore was given the job of Research Girl. But hey, it turned out amazing, so I won't complain.

That'll be all.

love you, miss you.

Caroline

and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon.


Sunday, October 26, 2008

and it's funny how you find you enjoy your life...

when you're happy to be alive.

As I was last night times 716! I know that having two Relient K lyric-titles in a row might be overkill. But I don't care. I will pick another band to exploit once my post-concert euphoria wears a little.

So! hehe. I get to tell you (emilea, anna, whoever else) this story because Heather is probably still asleeping:

We pull into the House Of Blues (after, you know, danielle's mom gets lost) about an hour and a half early, into the side parking lot (a brilliant suggestion on Heather's part), and, across the almost deserted lot, standing in the middle of a grassy area, in all of his adorable awkward tufty haired beauty... IS MATTHEW THIESSEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And we, of course, are freaking out and screaming. So at first when we park we were kind of shell-shocked and didn't really do anything but tell Danielle to turn the music up. and then we screamed, "MATT!!" but the doors were closed and he didn't hear us so then we had gained enough sense of logic to get out of the car and we opened all of the doors and Devestation and Reform was on and we turned it up reallly, really, really loud...
and then, Thiessen LOOKED RIGHT AT US...

AND STARTED AIR-GUITARING THE SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


ahaahhahahahahhahahahahahaa
aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhahahah!!!!

and the concert was so good. the opening bands were awesome. (the first one, House of Heroes, was from our non-island, which was exciting to hear). And I'm definitely going to be buying some stuff from This Providence. And Ludo, but I had decided that before the concert.

and relient k... they were indescribly awesome. God, it was so fun. I was bursting with pure joy the entire time they were playing. ah.

Also, I bought a Relient K tee shirt that was covered in... exploding pens. I kid you not.

Gaah.
*happiness*

I love you all.
Caroline

Thursday, October 2, 2008

death and all his minions

because, chris martin, i find it extremely hard to believe that the guy has actual friends.

er, anyway. that song has been stuck in my head all day, because it is one of the *drumroll* SEVEN that do not sound completely unrecognizable on my iPod, which survived the infamous Reedy River Incident (if you fall into the river... then you are caroline) but was somehow defeated by a few measley grains of sand, which worked their way into the headphone jack and got stuck and screwed with the sound quality so that vocals are inaudible on all songs execpt for:

-Such Great Heights (The Postal Service)
-Fair (Remy Zero)
-Mary's Song (Taylor Swift)
-Money Honey (State of Shock)
-Dizzy (Jimmy Eat World)
-Carry You (Jimmy Eat World)

and, of course, the aforementioned "Death and All His Friends [minions]". Oh! And Life in Technicolor. But only because it has no words.

Moving on.

I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED TO SEE RELIENT K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*composes self*.

Moving on again.

we're going to a party. it's an ... eryster party. it's YOUR erstyer party. Happy erysters, darling. we love you very very very very very very very much. <3. Okay. I cannot phonetically spell oysters. Sad.

I have little to say, but I am back to my good old self, blogging as a form of procrasitination. I'm attempting to work on my story and type Heather's birthday card/list. (Psst. By the way. Heather's birthday is on Saturday... do something nice).

So that's all.

Oh, wait besides that I'd love for you to go read on my story-blog. Not Heather because she's already read what's up there, but anyone else... that would make me really happy. especially if you, you know, commented. workshopped. what have you.

back on blogosphere sunday
Caroline

so come over, just be patient, please don't worry...

Monday, September 29, 2008

sit back, relax...

and enjoy the new blog. I wanted to make it super-prettiful but for some reason Blogger wouldn't let me use any of the Pyzam layouts. I was furious. You'll have to help me with that, please.

I don't have so much to say on this first post, which I really wanted to be shiny and spectacular and lovely. It's not, but I needed to get this first post over with. It's like tearing off a band-aid.

So, I pose a few heather-directed questions:

question a) do you think that natasha or ... anyone you know who isn't a teenager could drive us to relient k? (If, that is, your mom answers you on time). B/C my mom said that I could go but they're apparently having jamie's birthday party that weekend and she won't let me buy the ticket unless we've got a ride. aaaccckkk.

question b) what are you writing on your last samurai essay? b/c I have nothing to say whatsoever. (except, of course, that tom cruise fails at life).

question c) okay, there is no question c, but i said a few, and as us particular people maintain, two is only a couple. So... insert your own question and answer it.

and an Anna related question:

WHERE ARE YOU????

and a world-directed question:

WHY IS NO ONE BLOGGING????

and an emilea-directed apology:

ack I am so sorry that i haven't commented on your essay. i will. i swear. i'm just slow. :/.

and an emilea/heather directed re-comment:
you two are amazing. seriously. like, nothing about this weekend made me cry... except for your comments. i feel like crap, but i remember them and i feel so, so, so lucky.i printed them out so that i'll have them when i forget.


finally, tons and tons and buckets of heather/emilea/anna directed love:

Caroline

sit back, relapse again